Rumble~

The moment the divine blood entered his mouth, the aura of the king belonging to the Divine Monkey General exploded! That arrogant and domineering momentum instantly bombarded He Yi's mind, who was already mentally prepared, to the ground, and almost fell into the world illusion of the Divine Monkey General!

After he suppressed his desire to raise his head to the sky and roared, and swallowed the divine blood, the blood turned into a burst of bloated air and rampaged through his abdomen, as if he wanted to drill a hole in his body and escape from it.

This little drop of essence blood is like an unruly beast, and it does not want to be refined like this and become a part of the power of others!

The king of the Netherworld has a world of his own in his body, and the strength of his body naturally needs not be spoken. Every mature king, their mana, flesh, bones, and even the hair that falls off, have willpower that ordinary people can't imagine! Although this kind of willpower is rootless duckweed, after all, it was once a part of the king's body, and it is not easy for ordinary monks to tame it.

The divine blood was raging in his abdomen, He Yi didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly concentrated on transferring the mental power to the body, manipulating his primordial body and the majestic qi and blood that had recovered, and intercepting the divine blood.

The divine blood is very powerful, and even his bones that are harder than the Nine Heavens Meteorite can knock out a hole under the rampage! However, as the only cultivator in the world of the Primal Chaos Sutra, He Yi also has his arrogance! No matter how arrogant and domineering the divine blood is, his flesh and blood will do everything they can to stop it, so that it cannot break out of the body!

Even though he was gradually injured by the destruction of his internal organs by the blood of the gods, he relied on the tenacious self-healing power of his immortal body, and his blood and qi continued to roll and pay, and he survived under the destruction of the king's essence blood!

The stalemate lasted for more than a dozen hours. The residual will and strength contained in a drop of the king's blood are even greater than He Yi imagined, and these ten hours are tantamount to fighting thousands of rounds with a strong enemy who has outperformed him in a row! Fortunately, the divine blood is only a drop of blood after all, even if it used to be the power of the king, it is still alone, and it can't afford to raise huge storms.

After He Yi's qi and blood were consumed by nearly seventy percent, that drop of divine blood finally exhausted its strength and gradually quieted down.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and said to himself that he was lucky.

If the divine blood was a little more powerful, or his cultivation was a little lower, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to stop it when his qi and blood were in deficit. Although the divine blood would not run away after leaving the body, that result also showed that he did not have the ability to refine this king thing.

Fortunately, the Immortal Body and the Primordial Body did not disappoint him.

The amount of divine blood that was exhausted was like an ordinary drop of blood, and it no longer had the unruly momentum it had before, and it was now mixed in the meridians and flowing in his body with the blood that belonged to He Yi.

Although the power is consumed, the divine blood is still the divine blood. For He Yi, the meaning of this drop of blood is not to give him temporary strong strength to deal with strong enemies like when the demon god was in ruins. Its function is not to improve cultivation, but to change the bloodline.

The bloodline is illusory. Some people say that the level of bloodline can determine whether the future is ambitious, but this statement is not convincing, because even if it is a weak ant mayfly, there are also those who have cultivated into immortals, and the powerful dragon clan, there are also those who are stuck in the late stage of unification for a lifetime, and the catastrophe is that all living beings are not separated from each other, and no one can despise them.

The strength of the bloodline does not affect the length of cultivation, but the breadth and narrowness.

For ascetics, the level of cultivation can distinguish the strength of the physical body, but the amount of physical strength and the durability of the combat effectiveness depend on the foundation of the practitioner. If a rat cultivates its body, its blood and qi will naturally not be as vigorous as a divine dragon of the same level. Taking divine blood to improve the blood veins, although it cannot change the size of the body and the amount of qi and blood, it can make the qi and blood more condensed and can withstand the consumption for a longer time.

Of course, this factor of blood and qi is only reasonable for ascetics below the realm of heavenly immortals, if they cultivate to the body of a heavenly immortal, even a mayfly can have a body that is ten zhang large, and its strength will not be less than that of a divine dragon.

The divine blood of the Divine Monkey General is much more powerful than the ordinary divine blood, even if it is Lori of the Qingming Realm, there is still a great gain after taking it, if it is placed on He Yi, the effect is naturally better.

He Yi was not in a hurry to refine the divine blood that had been exhausted by his strength, and his own state was not very good at this time, if he was in a hurry, he was afraid that it would backfire.

After years of cultivation, he no longer had the recklessness of his youth, and he knew what he should do now.

Calm down, slowly recover the consumed qi and blood, and at the same time urge the flesh divine power to repair the dark injuries in the body one by one.

This process took more than a dozen hours. He Yi's deficit qi and blood gradually filled, and his state slowly returned to the peak.

Xiao Yi didn't wake him up, and he didn't know if Chang Le and Lin Yanzhi hadn't come, or if they didn't bother him when they saw him cultivating. Without external influence, He Yi naturally won't delay much. Seeing that his body had recovered, he focused all his thoughts on the king's essence blood surrounded by his own blood and began to refine it.

It is not easy to completely refine a drop of blood into oneself, but fortunately, He Yi is no longer the Zhiwei monk who was almost blown up by a drop of True Yuan from the Lord of the Divine Fire Realm. The divine blood has already worn out its power, and even if it is condensed, as long as it takes some time, it will be able to turn it into its own use sooner or later.

He calmed down, and preoccupied with guiding his own flesh and blood essence to begin to erode the divine blood of the Divine Monkey General, intending to split it in two. But that divine blood seemed to be just a drop of liquid, but it was actually very tough, and it couldn't be broken down in a moment or a half.

He Yi knew that his cultivation was limited, and it was impossible to complete the refining in one go, so he was not impatient, but just condensed the blood qi in his body into a sharp knife saw, abrasive the divine blood from both directions little by little.

The condensation of blood into a knife is not much sharper than a real sword, so the effect is also so weak that it is difficult to detect. But no matter how slow it is, it still works. A drop of divine blood was round, and with his unremitting efforts, it was finally cut open at both ends and divided into two parts after nearly dozens of degrees.

This is even slower than expected. But it can't be helped, if you want strength, you have to pay time.

He Yi has put his mind in his body, and he has not heard anything about what is happening in the outside world, as if he is in a closed place.

The delicate peach blossoms slowly withered, fluttering and sprinkling the entire courtyard in pink under the warm breeze of the afternoon. As soon as the flowers bloom, the small peaches also thrive in the green leaves, and slowly turn into delicate peaches with drunken faces.

Someone in the courtyard came, but when they saw the situation of the people under the tree, they left without saying a word. Since then, no one has bothered the people under the tree.

The peach fruit has low pressure branches, and the fragrance is full of courtyard, but unfortunately no one comes to pick it. As the afternoon heat hit, the delicate fruits fell from the branches, the juice and jam were rotten all over the ground, and the smell of peach was so strong that it could not be dissolved. Time passed, the peach fragrance became rancid, the flesh gradually disappeared, and finally only the peach pits were scattered all over the ground. At this point, it was nearly dusk.

In He Yi's body, the divine blood was divided into two, two into four, four into eight, and eight into sixteen...... In this way, he slowly turned from a drop of blood into tens of millions of small molecules. The decomposition process was difficult at first when it was split in two, but then it became easier and faster. But later, when the number of decompositions exceeded 10,000, the huge number began to make him feel a huge pressure.

The speed slows down, but the decomposition continues. Ignoring the pressure of his mind, He Yiqiang survived most of the day, and it was not until dusk that the divine blood was broken down to the point that it could no longer be subdivided.

At the moment he was mentally tired, but his flesh was still vigorous. The god's blood had turned into millions of tiny dots scattered among the veins and meridians, running with the flow of his blood.

He had no time to take care of his own pressure, gritted his teeth and used his mental method, urging the rapid flow of blood and qi to begin the final assimilation!

The mind was working, and the blood suddenly flowed like a river. And those divine blood factors, like wine bottles that fell into the river, were gradually broken with the surging of the river, mixed with the river water, and could no longer distinguish which were wine and which were water.

Assimilation grew from childhood to adulthood, at first, it only dissolved a part of the divine blood factors in a small area, but later, like a spring breeze crossing a hundred flowers, the essence blood of the Divine Monkey General was turned into his own foundation in pieces!

The Taichu Chu method ran for a great week, and when the dusk of Xuandu fell, the surging qi and blood power on He Yi's body finally calmed down.

A circle of invisible aura fluctuations rippled out from his body, penetrating the barrier of the courtyard wall, spreading far, far away, as if the king had awakened and announced to his subjects.

When the wave of turmoil filled the peach pits all over the ground, the hard pits were cracked one by one, and the white buds were faintly visible in the cracks.

Accepting the exercises, he did not directly open his eyes and get up, but continued to meditate, closing his eyes and looking inward to see the difference between himself and before at this time.

Although he was mentally exhausted, he was in a happy mood under the inner gaze.

Cultivation is still in the late stage of unification, and there is no breakthrough, but at this time, his flesh and blood essence is at least sixty percent stronger than before! The muscles that have become more condensed under the assimilation of divine blood make He Yi feel full of strength, and the essence in his blood is full of explosive power!

This body seems to have completely surpassed the realm of unification, reaching a wonderful state that is close to that of a heavenly immortal, but it is not as good as a heavenly immortal! At this time, He Yi has the audacity to assert that his physical body is absolutely unmatched among the monks in the late stage of unification! Unless there are other people in this world who have cultivated the three secret methods of the primal immortal realm that are as powerful as the Heavenly Evolution Strategy!

He wanted to stand up and look up to the sky and howl, but his spirit was on the verge of exhaustion. After checking his condition, he didn't open his eyes, and just sat there and fell into a deep sleep.